Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.